There’s no one here
across the empty field the lights blink out one by one and
how was I to know you’d break
apart in reentry
and scatter like confetti at New Years
There’s no one here
the lights are low and the fireflies are rising like shadows
In slow motion an eye blinks then twice
How was I to know you’d break
apart in reentry
That you would shed skin and eyes like clothing
There’s no one here
Somewhere an organ is breathing
the rasping lungs of a church no doubt a gray-haired choir –
How was I to know you’d break
apart in reentry
That I would be standing in this field glowing
There’s no one here
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